Thursday, May 9, 2013

It’s August in Savannah, Georgia—hardly the
season for a traditional Southern wedding with hoopskirts
and crinolines. One could die from the heat—or from a
cake knife in the back...

Reagan Summerside should be devoting all her energy to her
consignment shop the Prissy Fox. But when her dear friend
Chantilly Parker is arrested for murder, Reagan vows to
clear her name. The victim is Simon Ambrose, who’s
found lying in his own wedding cake with a knife in his back.

Chantilly has motive (Simon broke her heart to marry wealthy
Waynetta Waverly) and opportunity (crashing the wedding in
her UPS delivery truck). And she has cake on her face, and
the stolen bridesmaid dress the killer wore is in her truck.
But Chantilly would never wear crinoline to kill a man!

With the help of her flamboyant auntie, KiKi, and vexing but
attractive attorney Walker Boone, Reagan is determined to
save her friend—before she’s forced to turn in
her brown uniform for an orange jumpsuit...

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

...and then there’s the romance side of Duffy Brown... I
am also Dianne Castell

As a USA Today bestselling author, I wrote for
Kensington and Harlequin, won Romantic Times Reviewers
Choice Award, HOLT-Medallion Award, been on the cover of
Romantic Times Magazine and included in Rhapsody Book
Club, Doubleday Book Club and made the Waldenbooks
Bestseller list.

AN EXCERPT FROM KILLER IN CRINOLINES:I
headed for the back steps, the slapping of my flip-flops echoing in the
now empty hallway of Magnolia Plantation. Everyone was seated outside
in full Southern wedding regalia wanting nothing more than to get back
to air condition and chilled champagne quickly as possible. I turned for
the atrium and collided head-on with a waitress coming out of the
dining room. “Have you seen the bride or
the groom?” I asked breathless, my hundred-and-twenty-three pounds and
Old Yeller, my purse, taking the worse of the impact. Okay, a
hundred-and-twenty-eight pounds, but I swear I’m on a diet and just
thinking ahead.The waitress’s side ponytail
drooped down around her ears and she leaned against one of the fake
marble columns, her blue eyes with even bluer eye shadow not focusing.
“How could this happen?”“We just ran into each other,
is all, honey. Take a few deep breaths.” I rummaged around in Old Yeller
and came up with a half roll of Life Savers and pealed off a red one.
“Here, eat this. Sugar cures all. Are you okay?”